Speed on the Beat - The Sorest Loser 2: The Reign of the No-Fi King

Champion Sound (Akane and Ranma)

I don't need no sycophants, I like my girls like Akane
Fiery as fuck, who'll call me out, and stand beside me
I see Quel as my equal, no better and no worse
When you see a lover as such, nothing can bind thee
Or hold you back, learned that back when Mama Young was alive
So I make sure I elevate with every one of my rhymes
Y'all selling blowjobs while doing nose jobs
I don't have the patience for that shit nor do I the time
Sit back and recline, as I refine my craft
Define a revolution every time I spit crack
But this ain't just about giving you bars to bounce to
Since I trounce dudes, whenever Speed is in the booth
I elevate, fuck the hate, I pounce and don't recede
I keep going until defeat, I will never concede
I will never join your team, already all elite
I give sermons on achieving goals whenever I speak
Will still kick you in the teeth, if violence need be
But I prefer talking it out, instead of beating creases
Into foreheads like a wrestler who blades get out the way
Whenever Speed gets on the microphone, man

I've got the champion sound for miles around
I've got the champion sound for miles around
I've got the champion sound for miles around
And y'all know however Speed puts it down
I've got the champion sound for miles around
I've got the champion sound for miles around
I've got the champion sound for miles around
And y'all know I put it down, whenever Speed comes in town

I don't need idiots, I like my homies like Ranma
Good at heart who ain't afraid to go solve a problem
Who'll put their best foot forward whenever they step
Be it to old heads or rivals, to princes or paupers
Give it to you raw like a cut, with salt in the womb
Never giving up the fight, whenever they come through
People like that, they go and bolster the sound
Of the champion's flows how you wanna put it down
Never demonic with my bars, love God too much
Even though I probably cuss too much, just a touch
I never play pussy so I won't get fucked
By any of you bitch ass niggas playing go and act tough
I've walked perilous paths plus I've bounced back
If that doesn't make a champion, that's crap
Or like my kids say man that's cracked
Stop tryna beat Gods when you can't beat a man

I've got the champion sound for miles around
I've got the champion sound for miles around
I've got the champion sound for miles around
And y'all know however Speed puts it down
I've got the champion sound for miles around
I've got the champion sound for miles around
I've got the champion sound for miles around
And y'all know I put it down, whenever Speed comes in town

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Writer(s): J.e. Speed
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